Friday, August 23, 2024

Valleys of Hope

In the depths of our despair, 
Where shadows linger and hope seems rare, 
God whispers to our weary souls, 
“Rise, my child, and be made whole.”

Lifeless bones, broken and dry, 
Yet His breath can make them fly, 
For in the valley, His grace abounds, 
Where restoration and healing resound.

Prophesy life, declare the truth, 
Speak hope into the darkest booth, 
For our words hold power divine, 
A symphony of redemption, a sacred sign.

The Spirit moves, a gentle breeze, 
Reviving hearts, setting captives free, 
Just as He breathed life into dust, 
He resurrects our faith, our trust.

In our own valleys, we find His grace, 
A refuge, a shelter, a sacred space, 
Trust His power, surrender the fight, 
Watch transformation bloom in His light.

So let us rise, with courage anew, 
Embrace the dawn, His mercies true, 
In the valleys, His love unfolds, 
Restoration, revival—stories untold.

Let the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart find favor before you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. - Psalm 19:15

Prayer

What lies within this fragile heart that beats and bleeds and breaks apart. What secrets does it hold inside that I have tried so hard to hide. What dreams and hopes and fears and doubts that fill my mind and make me shout. What passions and desires and joys and pains that stir my soul and course my veins. What words and thoughts and feelings and deeds that shape my life and guide my needs. What truths and lies and rights and wrongs that form my voice and sing my songs. What is this heart that you can see that only you can set me free. What is this heart that I conceal that only you can make me reveal.